Special K

My friend just lost all his belongings. I'll call him 'Special K' cause his name starts with a K and he's kinda flaky. He had a secure spot except for the fact that he had to unscrew the latch that the lock was on to get into the place which the city owns. I'll call him Kellogg instead cause it rolls off the tongue better. Kellogg is young but he's matured in the last few years that I've known him. He's not as wild and spontaneous and carefree since he's been to jail too many times. He's smart and he loves learning guitar. He picks it up real quick. They took his guitar. He's bummed and I tried to reassure him that he'll get another one even better, but I don't think it comforted him that much. Losing property goes along with the territory when you live on the streets. Thieves, kids and authorities have no respect for what little a homeless person owns. Here's a pic of Kellogg playin my guitar.
In other news, bandaid was gagging and puking up bile this morning. He felt so bad that he said he wants to quit drinking. I asked him if he could repeat that and he said "I want to quit drinking." I encouraged him and prayed and let him know that God will see him through. He wants to wait until he can get medication. The withdrawal is so tough. Without meds we call it shake & bake. Please pray for these guys.
Hub is back.